My First Roasting of a Bird

One of the least desirable aspects of living alone, or even with an astonishing cat such as Alex, is that all of those family-related holiday peripherals are seldom, if ever, available. What I’m saying is: I had no left-over turkey to devour after Thanksgiving.

Some folks, who regularly complain about having T-day leftovers, do not appreciate what it is like for us who do not have a frig full of sliced turkey, dressing, pumpkin pie, etc. We have-nots are unable to grab a few bits of turkey for a sandwich, or even to hold in our finger tips and nibble upon.

After ten years or so of living in such absence, this year I decided to roast my own post Thanksgiving turkey. Certainly, it was/is a small bird, but sufficient for the needs of an old dude and his cat.

On Monday, after finally getting the TBIM blog posted, I began the roasting process. This was the first turkey I have ever roasted. I began to write “on my own” but that isn’t accurate. My involvement with a roasted turkey has never before begun until it was time for the carving.

I followed the instructions step by step with this result:

After the prescribed cooling time, the bird was transferred to a plate and I did a bit of turkey carving:

I had other goodies to go with the bird—dressing, cranberry sauce, salad, dinner rolls—that I did not prepare until the next day. However, with my mouth watering for a bit of freshly roasted and sliced turkey breast, I put a couple of pieces on a plate and turned to sit at my place at the table, where I was greeted by:

Alex and I agree that the turkey was roasted to perfection and, such is the holiday spirit, that he and I have been sharing roasted turkey ever since.

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My thanks to Top Cat for the Blogging Buddies Award:

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FYI: Tuesday I injured my bad leg while attempting to shower and have been laid up since. I am now getting to the point where I can walk a bit. More on this later.